Sharon had both ducks wrapped up in a jacket despite their many protests. Both wanting to walk themselves. Gregory telling her that he was a grown duck and had functioning feet, and Dave telling her that this was humiliating. (But at the same time, Dave was resting his head on her arm and falling asleep despite his brother loudly protesting the entire situation.) She went to Remy’s figuring that he had enough experience with animals that she had convinced herself that he was a whisperer of pets.
But a knock and an open door later — Sharon was looking down at a cat with just as much attitude as Gregory. If not more. “I see—” Her words were barely in the air when Gregory ruffled his feathers and looked down at the cat.
“Another feline?” Gregory made his irritation known quickly. Dave brought his head up, but it quickly fell to the side again. He was exhausted. (By what, Sharon didn’t know.) “Tell the pest that it’s on the same level as rats.” Sharon sighed and closed her eyes as Remy spoke.
“I think we’re having a bit of the same, actually.” Sharon looked down at the cat, putting Gregory up further so that he wasn’t close enough to be easily caught by Remy’s cats. (Though she wasn’t sure that she could truly stop them if they kept going at it — and if they weren’t speaking English, would she have known that they weren’t getting along?) Sharon dug through her pockets quickly before pulling out a small bell attached to a string. “It’s not food, but… would this work?” The toy she used for Liho was hopefully enough of a peace offering to grant her entrance. (Despite her ducks.)
Having expected the talking cats to be a shock, Remy was surprised to find Sharon had brought some chatty animals of her own. So clearly it was not just his boys that were acting up. What the hell was going on here? "Yeah, it looks like we are. So you got some rowdy li'l guys o' your own, I see. Nice t', um, meet you both?" He felt silly introducing himself to ducks, but hey, they were talking. So what else was he supposed to do? Glancing down at Oliver, Remy said, "An' dis rude chat is Oliver, an' dose other two troublemakers are Lucifer an' Figaro. Dey're pleased t' meet you too, even if dey don' show it."
"Oh, we can certainly show our appreciation," Lucifer said, trotting over to them and eyeing the ducks hungrily, "Why don't you put them down so we can say hi?"
"Non, dat ain't happenin'," Remy said firmly, "You ain't doin' nothin' t' Sharon's ducks."
Lucifer frowned, as did Oliver, especially when one of the ducks insulted him. Hissing, he started to crouch in order to pounce, but Remy snatched him up before he could. "I said no, Oliver!"
"You said it in French. I don't speak French," the cat retorted.
"Oh yes you do. You know exactly what I mean I when I say 'le dîner est prêt'."
That got Oliver to be silent, for the moment. Instead he started to sulk in Remy's arms. But his ears perked up when Sharon waggled the bell.
"Ooo, is that for us?" Lucifer peered up at her, suddenly less interested in the ducks.
That got Figaro's attention too, and he came bounding over. "For us?"
"Sure...if you behave yourselves. You gon' be good boys? Den you can have de toy."
"Oh yes! We'll be good, please!" all three cats exclaimed, not quite in unison.
"Ok, ok." Remy shook his head, then turned back to Sharon. "Guess your peace offerin' passes muster."
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